By Chustang Sundust
: Prologue :
It was a cold misty morning that hung lazily over the moors of
Great Britain, silvery in the pale light seeping through the flinty gray
clouds. The sun had at least the decency not to shine, Jim thought semi-positively
to himself. Overlooking the entire wet and misty land, were three graves:
two old, and one, newly dug. Jim sniffed, brushing his painfully red eyes,
and stood up beside the third one. It felt strange coming back here, only
a few hours after the funeral, but it felt better than the actual funeral.
He had barely pulled himself to do it, but even then, he had been an empty,
accepting shell. Now, it was different. Jim would have come here everyday,
but Earth wasn't home for him. Sentinel was, not here.
Beside him, Sean paused, as the silent Jim sauntered back into
town where they would be waiting, and blinked his bright brown eyes. The
redheaded kid turned his gaze tentatively toward the grave, and then off
to roll among the moors. Determined not to cry, he trotted over to a nearby
flower patch, and picked the straggly, stringy purple flowers, no bigger
than his fingernail. Once collected, Sean placed them on his father's grave,
among the white and red flowers, a few castor shells, Aisha's bell, and
Suzuka's bokuto.
Sean paused to admire the sad shrine, running his fingers across
the cold stone, and ran quickly after his brother. "We'll be back soon,
Dad," he whispered reassuringly.
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Author's Notes:
Everybody wants more, so I'll work on a sequel. Man. I just
get deeper and deeper into piles of stories…. One Message Waiting was meant
to be only one story, but Jim's Girl gave me some good ideas. I guess I
might as well do a sequel. Please read and review!! Thanks everybody! Thank
you so much!